After traveling through time, I became the aunt of the loyal dog emperor

Hearing the quarrel, Wan Ning subconsciously raised her guard. But unlike the bigger quarrel she had imagined, everything was calm.

Wan Ning always hated and even feared quarrels, so she was relieved to see nothing happened, but with a little worry and curiosity on her face, she slowly walked towards the door. As soon as she entered the door, her eyes were instantly drawn to other places. After a long time, this place has become large-scale, with the regular sound of machines and the rustling sound of weaving everywhere.

This regular sound was pleasing, and Wan Ning could not help but stop and stay where she was, her eyes sweeping slowly from the left, not wanting to miss a single spot. They sat in their respective seats, chatting and laughing, but their hands did not stop moving, and they were even more agile, able to thread the needle without even looking at it.

The workers here were all recruited from the former "slums", and the smiles on their faces now are much better than they were a few months ago. The difference is so great that it cannot be compared.

"Do you know how much work you have to do here? You have to carry your broken oil barrel to sell oil every day! Do you believe me, if you continue to do this, I will chop this barrel into pieces and use it as firewood?"

The sudden sound pulled Wan Ning back. She turned around and walked towards the inner room. She saw Shen Congyu wearing a gray-white long gown, carrying a shoulder pole with an oil barrel on each end. His face was red from the cold, as if he had just come back from outside. Looking at Yan Ke again, she was holding one end of the shoulder pole with one hand, refusing to let go. Although she looked a little sullen, her mental state was much better than before, and she even had a bit more innocence of a girl.

But he still couldn't change his habit of worrying and interfering in other people. Before, he wanted to lock up Zijian's sword, and now he wants to burn Shen Congyu's oil barrel.

"This oil barrel is full of oil. I'm afraid it will catch fire at any time." Wan Ning joked as she walked in.

Seeing Wan Ning coming over, Yan Ke immediately let go of his hand. Shen Congyu also took the carrying pole from his shoulder and placed it at his feet as if he had done something wrong. After doing all this, he shyly greeted Wan Ning.

"Miss Su, why are you here?" His eyes were full of surprise.

"There's been a lot going on at home lately, and I won't have any free time until after the Chinese New Year, so I came to visit. Is everything going well?"

Shen Congyu scratched his head and said blankly: "Everything is fine in production, but sales have been bad recently, and there is some inventory backlog now."

This problem was expected, but Wan Ning was not in a hurry. Instead, she comforted Shen Congyu: "Brother Shen, don't worry. We have worked hard to deliver the goods some time ago, and we didn't have a good rest during the New Year. Why not take this opportunity to give everyone a holiday, have a good rest and spend time with your family. There will be new orders later, and you will inevitably have to work hard." In order to produce the goods before the beautiful men and women entered the palace, the workers did work overtime and didn't have a good New Year. Although this is better than the previous days and everyone is happy to do so, Wan Ning still feels guilty and distributes generous year-end bonuses and New Year's goods to everyone in a modern way.

"Holiday?" Shen Congyu still looked dazed and repeated it again in disbelief.

Before Wan Ning could answer, Yan Ke stepped forward, took Wan Ning's arm, and stood face to face with Shen Congyu, complaining rudely, "How can your hearing be so bad at such a young age? It's a holiday, you heard it right. Also, don't go to the street to sell oil during this holiday. You are not the only oil seller, and you won't be short of oil if you don't go to Nanye City."

Shen Congyu awkwardly touched the edge of the pole, ignoring Yan Ke's complaints, and asked honestly, "Then, how long should it be left for?"

"Five... five days?"

Wan Ning tentatively said a number, but she didn't expect Shen Congyu to not think it was too little, but smiled with satisfaction, muttering happily: "That's good, that's good. If it's left for too long, I'm afraid they will worry."

"Everyone always complains that the vacation is too short, why are there people who complain that it is too long?" Wan Ning smiled and raised the question.

Shen Congyu was speechless, so Yan Ke spoke up for him, "Hey, aunt, you don't know that it's rare for workers here to have a job that can support their families and learn a skill to make a living. Their children also have teachers to teach them, and they all hope that things will get better and better here. The more they cherish something, the more they worry about losing it. If they leave it for too long, they will inevitably worry about not being able to continue working here and losing such a good job."

Shen Congyu looked at Yan Ke with surprise, and there was even a hint of gratitude in his eyes. He had never said these words to Yan Ke before, and he only thought of her as a spoiled lady who didn't know the sufferings and troubles of the world. He didn't expect that she was so sharp and seemed heartless, but could also think accurately about others.

It would have been better if she hadn't looked at it. Shen Congyu's gaze caught Yan Ke's attention, so she shifted the topic to Shen Congyu and complained unhappily, "And you too, don't worry, this workshop won't go bankrupt, just focus on studying how to run it, how to produce it, and how to manage it. Besides, even if it's going to go bankrupt, the little money you make from selling oil won't be enough to save the situation, so you might as well save this time for something more worthwhile."

Shen Congyu held the carrying pole tightly, and understood why Yan Ke was so opposed to him selling oil on the street. He immediately understood her good intentions and felt a little more guilty.

Seeing him standing there stupidly, Yan Ke rolled his eyes and said helplessly: "Why are you still standing there? Go and announce the holiday."

"Oh, yes!" Shen Congyu immediately put down the carrying pole in his hand and quickly walked out the door.

Looking at his departing back, Yan Ke, who was holding Wan Ning's wrist, couldn't help but sigh and complained sincerely: "I don't know what's going on. The men here are so stupid, but they refuse to listen to other people's advice."

Hearing that her words were not just about Shen Congyu, Wan Ning immediately asked with concern: "Ke Ke, what's wrong? Where did you get this insight?"

"Shen Congyu is like this, and so is Brother Zijian. Not letting him go to sell oil is for his own good, and not letting Brother Zijian go to such a dangerous place is also for his own good. But they refuse to listen to me, and they always go to such a far place. Brother Zijian has not returned to Nanye for a long time, and I don't even have any news about him." Yan Ke loosened his hand, walked to a chair nearby and sat down, lowering his head and complaining, "Even my father is not at home."

Hearing Zijian's name, Wantao felt distressed. She had not heard from Zijian since the last time she was held hostage by the gangsters. She forced herself not to think about it, not to listen to it, not to care about it, as if nothing had happened. But when she heard about him by chance, her heart was still involuntarily confused.

Wan Tao stood silently aside, listening to Wan Ning and Yan Ke chatting. Wan Ning comforted the lonely Yan Ke, saying that the door here was always open to her, and she could care about the production and business here. She said that some people like to be cared for and some people don't like to be told how to go, and she would meet someone who was willing to listen to her concern.

Yan Ke was still unhappy.

Wan Ning patted her shoulder, pointed to the oil drum that Shen Congyu had placed in the corner, and said, "Look, isn't there someone who has returned from his wrong path?"